#david gilmour smut

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

Could we…. Expound on Shikamaru’s sexual prowess maybe??? I’m tryna see something….. for research, of course.

For research.

this took forever cause i hyped shikamaru's sexual prowess up so much, im sorry for the wait - anyway, thank you for the request, i hope this helps your research

Joint Reverie

Pairing: Shikamaru x f!Reader

Summary: Our lovely reader has been Shikamaru's fwb for a while now, and is waiting for him to return to Konoha from a diplomatic mission. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

W/c: 5.5k

Warnings: Weed (it's a Shikamaru fic, y'all), INTENSE SMUT, pussy eating, cock sucking, nipple playing, slut-calling (real brief, and not in a degrading way), cum-tasting, and penetration - also a lack of protection

Notes: not a part 2 per say, but can very much work as a follow up to this fic... anyway, how do we feel about this one, horndogs? is it up to par? also, Sasuke is the competition dealer, though he isn't in town much.

Masterlist💿

The speakers were such a worthwhile hassle, after you spend your day tangling them all around your tiny, little apartment. Two in the bedroom alcove and four around the living area - they set you back a couple thousand yen, but you couldn't have been happier.

As you placed them, you traced the wires back to the soundboard that your old man had given you. He owned the most popular pub in Konoha, Kintaro Izakaya, and had done the technical sound work at the establishment for years. He was more than happy to give you an old mixer board, and two old speakers to boot - but you really needed new speakers, speakers of your own.

When all was done, you plugged your record player into the soundboard and then plugged them both into the wall, flicking the on switch on your soundboard. Kneeling, you pulled the crate which held only your favourite records from under the table while the board came to life.

What do I want to listen to most?

You shook your head at yourself as you thumbed through the assorted albums. Colours flashed, titles whizzed by - the captured faces of yester-year stared back at you, begging you to chose them.

So, when you got to the beautiful, young faces of Roger Waters and David Gilmour (that's right, I said it, they're yum), you could help but choose The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

You slipped the vinyl from its sheath and popped the lid of your record player open with your little finger. Carefully, you slotted the black disc around the anchor in the middle and closed the lid, placing the empty album on top of the glass.

With two gentle fingers, you tapped the play button, and the needle arm picked up. You got behind the soundboard, turning the gain dial by a hair, the lights flashing as the needle contacted the vinyl.

You turned the gain dial two clicks more as the radio chatter began to come through. You raised all the equalizer slides to the middle of their tracks, then pushed the rumble and high end further. The beeping began, a bit tinny, so you raised the low-end dial just above the low and high mid sliders, before pulling the mid range down by a hair.

The sounds surrounded you, standing near the middle of your apartment. They wrapped around you, and, as Roger Waters began to sing, you could feel a tear in your eye.

Fuck, you loved improving your apartment, even with such a trifle. It was your happy place, honestly and truly.

Feeling quite content with your work, you sat on your plush, grey couch. The springs whined beneath you as you reached under the coffee table to procure your rolling tray. Such a big day, with so many emotions, surely called for a joint.

Pulling one of your pink papers from the packet, you took a deep breath. The instrumental had begun, and the notes were still hitting your ear exactly how you wanted them to. You tore off a corner of the packet and began to roll a filter, in a desperate attempt to keep your mind quiet.

Alas, you were never so much as a thought away from the ache between your legs, and the only man who could cure it - even after so much sweat, even while rolling up a new distraction.

How were you going to last two more fucking days without him?

The diplomat always had to go so far away, and for such long swaths of time, but this was the longest he'd been gone since the two of you... had come to understand your relationship differently. 

The past two weeks and change had been fucking torture.

He made your toys so wildly unsatisfying, and you didn't want to go out, whoring... well, maybe a little, but whoever you found probably wouldn't satisfy you either. Sure, you could've gone out to find another person to invade the sanctum of your body- see, no, you couldn't. Other people were so... not Shikamaru. They wouldn't make you see the whole night sky from behind your eyelids, not like he did.

To make matters worse, you were already running low on your reserve weed, which you had to purchase off Sasuke, of all people, the last time he was in town. It was Ino who recommended him, and you trusted your good friend's good word. Plus, your dealer was way the fuck out of town, and you were a fiend - no shame in that.

Folding the paper over your tray, you dumped whatever was left in your grinder down. Skillfully as always, you slotted the filter into one end, and began to roll the flakes down. Eventually, you folded the paper in and made a nice, little cone.

Sasuke's product wasn't too shabby either, like Ino promised. It was properly sticky, and almost had a crystalized sort-of look. It was good weed, but it was a far cry from that purple weed of Shikamaru's.

You filled the tip with fallen weed from your tray, and then screwed it shut before putting the filter in your mouth. With a heavy sigh, you scoured the table for your lighter and realized Lucifer Sam had begun to play while you were so preoccupied, thinking about Shikamaru.

That prick can't leave me alone, even in his absence, you thought with a smile as you picked up a white lighter. Does he think about me half this much? Does it piss him off as badly?

Definitely not, but if so - the next answer would have to be, yeah, totally.

You two were simply friends who seshed alone, who shared chocolates, who occasionally fucked and stole kisses. Nothing more, nothing less.

Dragging your perfect joint, you settled into the couch, pulling an ashtray close on the coffee table. You were too in your head. You had to relax, to gather yourself, and remind yourself-

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Man, fuck, you just sat down.

Throwing the small amount of comfort, you had built-up out the window, you got up from the couch, puffing your joint quickly, and drew to the door, not bothering to look through the peephole. Mr. Irizawa kept your building nice and safe - it was probably just one of your neighbours coming to ask you for a cup of sugar, or something like that.

Except, as you pulled open the door, you realized it was nothing like that.

Before you could even smile, Shikamaru threw something onto your couch and cupped your face with both of his hands. He pulled the two of you together in a swift motion and his lips were pressed to yours, hungry and hot, demanding and desiring.

He broke away for only a split second to groan, "Fuck, I missed you."

You smiled as he kissed you again, pushing you back into your apartment and letting the door shut behind him. With a matching force, you kissed Shikamaru back, and he audibly chuckled to himself, letting his right hand drop to your waist. He pulled away, but pressed about five small kisses to your lips as he did so.

Body alight, you beamed, "I missed you too. I thought you still had-"

"Nah, took care of it, darling" Shikamaru responded lowly with a shrug, clearly in the mood for other things.

Ugh, and so were you. Finally.

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, smiling like dopes. Shikamaru's warm hand remained on your face, as he brushed the pad of his thumb over your cheek. You took in his sage green sweatpants, and his loose, black long-sleeve, and the way his ponytail seemed to droop a little. It seemed Shikamaru had the presence of mind to shower before he saw you - something you wouldn't have done if you had to go away for so fucking long.

Part of you would have liked a little bit of notice, so you could have showered, or taken out the trash, or something like that - but most of you didn't care and knew he wouldn't either.

Carelessly, you brought the joint to your lips, and Shikamaru's eyes flicked to it immediately, making him lean away from you slightly as he asked, "How could you possibly still have weed left?"

"I had to get some," you gasped, trying to keep the smoke in your lungs.

With a smirk, Shikamaru traced your soft cheek with the back of his index finger, before stealing the joint away from you. He hummed, "Good for you, sneaking into the Nara Compound - I was only joking when I suggested that I didn't think you'd actually do it."

Ooh, shit. You'd negated to specify where you had gotten your weed, honestly forgetting that Shikamaru had ever told you to dip into his stash when you ran out. That really was a crazy suggestion, one that you truly wouldn't take up.

Shikamaru, of course, realized that as soon as he took a long drag from your joint. His eyebrows furrowed immediately, looking at the pink joint in his fingers like it tasted of bleach as he exhaled.

"Where the fuck did you get this?" He asked slowly, drawing the filter back to his lips to take three, short, consecutive puffs. Shikamaru's dark eyes snapped to yours, betrayed. "I'm not mad - but I need to know who sold this to you."

"Sasuke," you answered immediately.

Shaking his head at a painfully slow rate, Shikamaru put the joint back to his lips as he looked at the ground. He took another drag and pulled the joint from his lips like it burned him. With a scoff, Shikamaru lamented, "It's fucking gas."

"Awe, are you jealous, baby boy?" You teased, stealing the joint back from Shikamaru, who looked at you with a certain spark in his eye. You clicked your tongue and pinched his cheek with your free hand. "Well, it's blinding you to taste - your weed is so much better."

"Fuck off, you're saying that to make me feel better," he chuckled as he watched you take a lasting drag from the joint. You pulled it away, passing it back to him. Shikamaru took it hesitantly and sighed, "At least I know you rolled this yourself; no one can roll one quite as tight as my doctor, eh?"

"I don't fuck around, man," you exhaled, creating a thick cloud around the two of you as Shikamaru's grip on your waist tightened. "Seriously. You've got the best product in Konoha, it's a known fact."

A beat of silence passed between the two of you as Shikamaru dragged the joint deeply. He held it then puffed up the smoke randomly. After another drag, he asked, "So, why'd you waste your money then?" He exhaled, "Huh? I know that bastard overcharged you, and I can't even stand the thought of you, seshing with him-"

"Sasuke doesn't smoke - he's a good dealer like that," you teased, trying to soothe Shikamaru's annoyance over.

Didn't work. Shikamaru's eyes snapped to yours, that spark catching to a flame behind them.

You shook your head and sighed, "Look, man; I wouldn't have gone to Sasuke, if I knew it'd bother you so much... I didn't think you were the possessive type."

"Go to Sasuke for anything else, darling?"

"No," you said pointedly. "And what about you, playboy? Did you get any strange while jaunting around the Cloud?"

Shikamaru's expression went from interrogatory, to relieved, to amused, within the span of ten seconds. He laughed deeply, "No, I didn't get any strange."

"Good, I don't need you to make me go get tests," you snipped, stealing the neglected joint form his fingers.

Hooking it into your mouth, you shimmied out of Shikamaru's arm and padded over to your soundboard while he took off his shoes. You turned down the gain, then pushed the rumble up again.

"Quite the set up you've got going on here," Shikamaru hummed behind you as you looked over the lights and buttons in front of you. You smiled, puffing away as you watched the mixer lights jump with each strum, each bang, each lyric. "Wanna give me a lesson, finally? If you don't, it's fine, just know, your buttons are begging me to push them."

He really wasn't kidding, as you had to smack away his hand almost immediately. "Woah, Nelly - paws off," you giggled, angling yourself toward him. You tapped the mono/stereo button lightly, and said, "This one does the least damage, but don't be rough with my buttons."

"Then give me something to be rough with," he suggested.

"Charmer," you hummed, as Shikamaru's presence came over your shoulder. You pressed your ass against him, already feeling his mouth-watering length hardening against you. Your eyes remained solidly on your soundboard as you played with the high-end slider. Pulling the joint from your lip, you mumbled, "You have me already, don't you?"

Indeed, he did. Wrapped right around his lithe fingers.

Shikamaru's warm hands found purchase on the curves of your hip and waist, on either side, moving up and down as his long fingers mapped the expanse of your figure. Warm, minty breath washed over your exposed collarbone, Shikamaru leaning down to kiss and nip at the tender skin playfully. You yelped, twitching against him, just like he wanted.

"As I live and breathe..." His words were so quiet, you almost missed them amongst the sounds of the Pink Floyd; but you could feel the very vibration of his tone against your clavicle. Louder, Shikamaru purred, "I was withering away without you."

Rubbing your ass against his length again, you leaned into Shikamaru as his arms wrapped around your torso. His forearms were so thick, the muscles strained against the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing. The scent of his piney soap filled your nose, getting you higher than any strain ever could. Shikamaru's hands glided across your body, pulling you flush to him, squeezes and caresses in their wake.

In a swift movement, Shikamaru stole the joint from your fingers and put it in his mouth as he spun you around against the table, hand remaining on your hip. He puffed the joint greedily, as he told you between drags, "There is less than a reason for you to keep smoking this shit - you've got a fresh ounce now."

"Works for me, sweetheart," you hummed in response, looking over to the package he had thrown on your couch. You leaned up to press soft kisses to his neck as you whispered, "You know you and yours make me feel the best."

As Shikamaru chuckled lowly, you could feel the thrum against your lips, as your hands clutched his broad shoulders. With that edge in his voice that drove you mad, he asked, "Me and my what, darling?"

"Y'know, you and your everything," you responded with a laugh of your own.

"I want you to use your words, pretty girl," he insisted, pulling you away from him.

Eyes sparkling playfully, and his signature lazy smile on his lips, Shikamaru looked absolutely perfect. He was so fucking handsome, all the time, but in this moment- cripes. 

"Fuck, and I wanna tear your clothes off."

Shikamaru laughed lowly, ashing the roach in the ashtray on your table, "Then, tell me, what of mine makes you feel the best?"

Before you could come up with some witty remark, Shikamaru's gaze returned to you, a new kind of flame kindling in his eye. One that spoke of a lust that existed in the depth of his soul, one that commanded you to comply, with the promise of great reward.

"Do you want a list?" Your eyes darted to Shikamaru's lips as he nodded playfully, hooking his other arm around you now. You hummed, "Well, off the cuff, you've got the best weed - and the best dick-game, ever." Shikamaru cocked his eyebrow, so you continued, "Seriously, no one's ever made me cum... just the people in this room."

Shikamaru laughed loudly, moving back with you in his arms, pulling you along to the alcove where your bed sat. "Keep going. I like it when you sing my praises."

"Look at you; big, strong Shikamaru, soon-to-be Head of the Nara clan, demanding to be praised," you teased as Shikamaru collapsed onto your bed, pulling you on top of him as his cheeks reddened.

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Shikamaru shrugged, "Exactly. Don't you think I deserve a kind word?"

"I think you deserve everything and a bag of chips, sweet boy," you giggled, pulling yourself to straddle Shikamaru's lap. Your clothed heat rubbed against the bulge in his sweatpants, giving both of you a delicious bout of friction, and making Shikamaru's dick twitch in the process. With a content lilt, you sighed, "You're so impressive, Shikamaru. In every capacity; mental, physical, business-wise."

"Think Sasuke's impressive?" He asked with a crooked smirk, trying to disguise the curiosity in his tone as humour.

"Eh, sure, kinda - nothing like you though, no one impresses me like you do." Your tone was so soft, as you continued, "Not in any way - you're so smart, and handsome, and so extremely well-endowed." Grinding your hips down, you leaned down to press another string of kisses to his neck. In a small voice, you said between kisses, "I only think about you, sweetheart... only you."

Grasping your hips with a true grip, Shikamaru began grinding you against his erection with vigour. You could feel the veins through all the layers of cotton that separated you, and a small gasp fell from your lip as his shaft pressed right against your clit.

"Only me, huh?" He asked as his fingers got lost beneath your shirt. "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Fucking you, if I can help it," you answered instantly, sitting up on his lap.

You pressed your hands against his chest but applied a generous pressure to your seat as you continued to move your hips in small circles. Shikamaru chuckled warmly, still playing with the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you with a smile, his eyes crinkling into halfmoons as he did.

"Then, how about this for a schedule?" Shikamaru sat up a little as he spoke, grasping the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. He threw the fabric across the room, warm hands coming to your suddenly cold back, Shikamaru smiled up at you as he said, "We go out to a nice dinner, take a walk, then we fuck?"

Oh, fuck yes! Tonight is the motherfucking night! 

You kept your cool. You smirked, leaning down a bit to catch his head between your tits. Shikamaru kept his eyes on your face, awaiting your answer, as his fingers drew strange shapes on your back.

"How about..." You hummed, pushing him back onto the bed. Shikamaru fell back, confidence faltering slightly as his hands slid to your thighs. With a bright smile, you leaned over him a little and proposed, "We fuck, then dine, fuck again, then walk, then fuck a third time?"

"You're the fucking jackpot."

His words were so mumbled and strung together that you could hardly make them out, but you didn't really care. Shikamaru's smile was back, and he pulled you down for another kiss.

With zeal, his hands moved up your thighs, onto your hips and up your bare torso. Shikamaru cupped one of your tits, immediately catching your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while one remained around your back. Suddenly, he flipped you both, so that you were lying on the bed.

Hovering above you for just a second, Shikamaru tore his shirt off and threw it to a corner of the alcove before leaning back down to kiss you. He pinched your nipple, making you gasp, which allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth quickly. You hummed into his mouth, just so fucking content with how everything turned out - for once.

Moving down, Shikamaru trailed kisses down your jaw, then peppered your neck with little suckles and bites. You whimpered and twitched, only inciting Shikamaru to continue nipping down to your chest.

"Please, sweetheart, stop teasing me," you mewled as his lips captured your right nipple. Shikamaru's tongue swirled for a moment, before his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. You gasped, scratching his shoulder a little with one hand, "Please, please, please."

"Nuh uh, never," he chortled, popping his mouth off your right tit, only to move to the left. 

One of his hands continued to play with your suddenly chilled nipple, as he tongued your left areola wildly. His fingers pinched, while his mouth massaged - he palmed your right tit and sucked the left, looking up at you through his dark eyelashes.

Your hips bucked up, seeking the previous friction, and you clenched around nothing. Rubbing your thighs together didn't provide any solace, because Shikamaru noticed almost immediately and put his leg between yours. 

Moving your hands down, you scratched at his back, trying to pull him up even a little. It didn't work, and Shikamaru moved further down your body as a show.

"Patience is a virtue, darling," he reminded you with a gentle timbre, pressing kiss after kiss to your stomach and abdomen. "Besides, you know I like it when you get all desperate for me."

"Man, fuck you," you whined, your body jerking unconsciously as Shikamaru's hands came to your waistband. "I'm not desperate... I've just been needing you so bad, Shikamaru."

His fingers dipped below the waistband of your sweatpants as he hummed, "I dunno, I'm not convinced."

"You're so mean to me, you know that?" You shuttered as his fingers danced just beneath your waistband. "I'd get on my hands and knees to beg you, and you'd still make me do a dance."

"Well, you are the best dancer," he chuckled.

Your retort was cut off before it could begin as Shikamaru finally tugged at your pants. You were quick to pop your hips up so he could peel them off, and you tried to pull him back to you again. But Shikamaru planted his feet firmly to the ground and lowered himself to the edge of the bed, pulling you forward.

"Hey, I didn't shower-" You tried to warn him, sitting up.

Shikamaru pushed you back down easily and put your legs over his shoulders. Immediately, he said, "Hey, I don't care."

"Mean," you mumbled.

Without any build-up, Shikamaru leaned forward and licked a fat stripe up your pussy. You gasped, while he groaned, "Delicious."

Shikamaru pressed a myriad kisses to your inner thigh then - kisses, so sloppy, you weren't entirely sure he wasn't licking your thigh. But you didn't care, because his soft lips just felt so good against the tingling skin. The glorious sounds from your new speakers fell on deaf ears, as the fog of pleasure clouded your mind entirely.

Then, with another stripe, Shikamaru dove into your pussy. His tongue glided through your folds a few times, then right up the center to swirl around your sensitive clit. You could have screamed as he sucked gently against the bundle of nerves, until he released it to tongue your entrance again.

His name fell from your lips like a chant as your hands scratched at your own stomach, not wanting to fuck up his ponytail. Without wasting a second, Shikamaru reached back and pulled the elastic from his hair, letting it fall around his face like a curtain. You pulled his hair back, not wanting to miss a second of Shikamaru's face between your thighs.

A smile was evident on his lips as you tugged a little, and Shikamaru's tongue drifted up again to tease your clit. His fingers suddenly met your folds, now feeling cold in comparison to the fire that coursed through you. They dipped in, separating your folds in the slick of arousal and spit, only teasing your clenched entrance.

One finger pushed in, curling to stretch you out and hit that spot that only Shikamaru seemed to be able to hit. You cried out lewdly, invigorating Shikamaru as he began to pump his finger into you while he still abused your clit with his tongue. He added another finger, flicking them both against your gummy walls and bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Just as you could feel a rhythmic clench building, you chased the light of your orgasm. You looked at Shikamaru with lidded eyes as he devoured your pussy, sloshing sounds abundant in the room.

Then, he stopped.

"I knew you would do that!" You cried out, feeling the light fade from your grasp. Letting goes of his hair as he stood, you grimaced while Shikamaru smiled so very wickedly.

"Y'wanna cum on my face, or my cock?" He asked rhetorically.

You rolled your eyes, but Shikamaru was looking for you to use your words. He palmed himself over the green cotton, not giving you what you wanted until you stated it with your chest.

You groaned, "Your cock... please."

"That's my girl," Shikamaru grinned as he bunched the fabric of his waistband into either hand. 

Pleased and praised, you couldn't suppress the smile that took over your features. You shimmied up on the bed to give Shikamaru some room. He tugged off his trousers, massive cock smacking just beneath his navel once free.

Shikamaru's cock was a sight to behold, thick and perfectly veined. Your mouth-watered at the mere sight of it, the ache between your legs intensifying.

Taking the base of his cock into his hand, Shikamaru pumped a single languid stroke up his length. Precum gathered at his tip, making his slit glisten in your apartment light. Immediately, you sprung forward, repositioning yourself entirely to be at mouth-level with his cock.

"What's up, Buttercup?" He asked, stroking his dick again.

The precum accumulated so that a true drop formed. Before it could drip, you stuck out your tongue and caught it. Your tongue glided up Shikamaru's frenulum, then around his tip once, before you closed your lips around his head, sucking gently.

Knees buckling slightly, Shikamaru's hand came to the side of your head as he choked out, "You're not- hah- desperate for me, huh?"

You replaced your hand for the one Shikamaru had wrapped around his base, as you took more of his cock in your mouth. Pumping what could never fit down your throat, you bobbed your head, almost like you were nodding. You looked up at Shikamaru to gauge a reaction, and he was smiling down at you broadly, looking so relaxed.

"You're such a slut for me, aren't you, darling?" He asked, pushing his hips forward a tad. This time, you really did nod as you sucked up the length of his cock. Shikamaru tugged on your hair a little, and chuckled, "You're my perfect woman. All mine, aren't you?"

As you hummed against his cock, Shikamaru groaned lowly. His hips began to move on this own, pushing his cock against the back of your throat more harshly. You didn't mind - Shikamaru was always very considerate about his size.

"Fuck, darling, your mouth is so soft." Despite how lost in the moment he sounded, Shikamaru pulled out of your mouth with a shutter. 

You continued to stroke him as he drew onto the bed, and until he pushed you back against the pillows. Shikamaru slid between your legs and lowered himself to you immediately, capturing your lips with his again.

On his tongue, you could taste your bitterness, and you groaned, feeling how wet his chin and nose still were. Shikamaru's cock fell between your folds, and he pushed his hips up, grinding against your bare pussy with his twitching dick. You whimpered, broken pleas falling from your mouth between kisses.

Finally, as if he couldn't take it anymore, Shikamaru sat up. He lined his tip up with your tight hole and locked his eyes with yours as he slowly pushed in, grabbing your waist for leverage. You threw your head back when his tip was sucked in with a squelching sound.

"Holy fuck!" You yelled, feeling like you were getting split apart. Your hands flew to his thighs, scratching and squeezing as you throbbed around him.

Continuing to push in, Shikamaru groaned, "I know, darling, I'm sorry."

"Don't- ah! - be sorry," you cried, feeling like he was almost in. You could feel a pressure on your lower stomach as he neared your cervix. Shikamaru finally bottomed out, and stilled, giving you a second. You didn't want the second, immediately begging, "Fuck me! Fuck me, Shikamaru! Please!"

A string of curses fell from Shikamaru's lips as his grip on your waist tightened. He pulled back a little and then slammed his hips back into you, watching to see if you'd take back your words.

You didn't, only whimpering at the feeling.

That was enough for Shikamaru to take your command for what it was. He pulled back again, this time almost to his head, then thrusted into you deeply. You moaned salaciously as he picked up a very passionate pace, hitting that sweet spot every single time.

A very moist pap, pap, pap sound began to fill the room, your slick already dripping from you and pooling beneath you. Soft grunts and groans fell him Shikamaru's lips, adding to the symphony already at work. Your grip on his thighs tightened, and the crescent-moons of your nails dug into his bulging muscle.

You bounced against the bed, being pushed and pulled by his hands, and reacting to the slamming of his hips. Shikamaru's left hand came to your tit, squeezing the tissue roughly as he plowed into you. A near pornographic sound came from you as he started to tease your nipple again, which only made him that much more zealous.

"Your pussy is fucking amazing," he groaned, pulling at the sensitive bud lightly. Still, it sent shocks through your body, making you feel so warm and tingly. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet for me."

"Only you," you managed to choke out between moans and groans. "Only you, Shika-aaa-maru. Only you."

"You're fucking right, only me." Shikamaru's pace picked up and he leaned over you, putting the hand that was attached to your waist beside your head. Your hands sprung to his back, scratching lightly, a slight pain lingering. He continued to tease your nipple as he asked, "Can anyone else make you feel this good?" You shook your head, a scream bubbling in your throat at the quickened pace. Shikamaru thrust into you firmly, and stayed bottomed out, reminding you, "With words, pretty girl."

"Fuck, no! No, no one! Just you, only you," you gasped.

That was the right answer, because Shikamaru started moving again. Clutching the rippling muscles of his back, you bit onto his shoulder as he continued to pound you mercilessly. His name was the only thing on your mind, so you barely even heard the 'I love you' as it slipped from your vocal cords.

Muffled as it was, Shikamaru heard you.

He kissed you again but slowed his pace considerably. His tongue slipped into your mouth, inviting yours to dance so gently, as his hips met yours in quite the juxtaposition. 

Deeply, you hummed against his lips, and Shikamaru swallowed up every moan that came from you. Slowly, but surely, his pace quickened again, in even more frenzied thrusts. The rhythm was much stronger but started to get unruly.

Pulling up and away from you swiftly, the hand that was playing with your nipple slid down your abdomen, tickling you slightly. Shikamaru's fingers found your clit, rubbing small circles in time with his thrusts.

"Just like that," you purred, pleasure overtaking all your senses. "Fuck- yes- I'm so close."

Heeding you, Shikamaru changed nothing about his pace or position. You were right on the edge, and he was bringing you closer, and closer, and closer-

"Fuck, I love you," he groaned as you came, squeezing around his cock. 

Your heart jumped to your throat, but the fog of your orgasm quelled your worries in an instant. You spasmed wildly around him, milking his cock and, to his credit, Shikamaru continued without so much as a stutter, not taking his fingers off your clit until you had ridden out your entire high.

Then the true sensitivity set in.

"Ah! Fuck! Shikamaru, oh my stars, holy fuck!" You cried out, starting to squirm. 

Taking his fingers from your clit, Shikamaru gripped the other side of your waist and pummeled into your pussy a few more times before he slid out quickly. He took his cock in his hand and pumped it twice before pearly cum began to paint your stomach and tits.

He groaned as the ropes shot onto you, dick twitching with every release. You smiled broadly, swiping a finger through the pool atop your belly button. The pearlescent coating dripped down your finger as you brought it to your mouth. Shikamaru's eyelids fluttered closed as he watched you take the finger into your mouth and sigh with the taste.

"Fuck, were you in the Land of Fruit, because- stars, you're yummy," you chuckled, swiping up a much larger glob of Shikamaru's spend. 

"Oh, shush, you jester," he chortled as he got off your bed.

Shikamaru drew to the bathroom a step away while you took a breath and appreciated the sweet-bitterness of his cum. The music had gone quiet long ago, the record needing to be flipped to the B-side. Shikamaru came out a second later, holding a roll of toilet paper as you continued to suck on your fingers.

"I don't jest - you should've cum on my face." When Shikamaru extended a folded-up portion of toilet paper, you scrunched up your nose and took up another portion to drink up. "What? I'm busy," you said. Shikamaru just rolled his eyes, still smiling as he leaned forward to clean you off, himself. You sighed, "Man, that's mine, what are you doing?"

"Gods above, you're nasty," he laughed, throwing a cum-soaked wad of paper away and tearing off another few squares to clean himself off.

"Nasty for you," you grinned. "Eh, loverboy? Can't be upset with that, can you?"

"You are so in love with me," he bit back.

You nodded, smiling broadly as you threw open your arms. "Yeah, and so are you. Stop being a prick and cuddle me."

[nature-and-music]

I’m going to start writing stories here again. My next one will be a smut one shot involving Robert Plant and David Gilmour.

[confesspinkfloyd]

In response to the anon asking for fics. 

Since they didn’t specify what kind of fics they want I’m just offering a variety. All are on A03

Gen fics

Anything by Great Gawain. They have good gen and slash fics. I am partial to:

“An Open Hand” : The most intense card game between Roger and David

“Customer Service”: Pink Floyd works in customer service.

Roger’s Middle Name by carnival_toy :The band tries to guess Roger’s middle name

Slash

Anything by DaisyFloyd. They have good slash. Partial to

When We Were Young : Modern day fic. Gilmour recounts his relationship with Roger to Charlie

Obscured by Clouds by Icanseenow: A look into David and Roger’s relationship across the years from Rick’s POV

Whole Lotta Love by floydmenace: Roger Waters and Robert Plant hook up at a pub and then fuck

Anything by everythingisgreenandsubmarine. They have good slash. Partial to:

Until Dawn Breaks: David has a nightmare and Roger comforts him

The Pros & Cons of Hitchhiking: Cozy Roger and David Christmas time slice of life

Matured Wine in An Oak Barrel: David and Roger fuck backstage

Love is Coming Down in the Flesh by Catstaff: Modern day Roger Waters and Pete Townshend slice of life non-explicit smut 

If I were a rule, I would bend for you by coffeebitch: Roger and David fuck in the hotel after a party

I hope that you can feel it ‘cause nobody else can heal it by coffeebitch: Roger has a fear of flying and is emotionally constipated,  David comforts him

The Lunatic is in the Kitchen by HighFlyingBird: Roger tries to cook breakfast for Nick

Giving by justicepagliaccis: Fluffy Roger and David Christmastime fic

Grappling for Broken Pieces in the Dark by justicepagliaccis: Roger and David have a fight 

Red by MarthaOswinOswald: VERY intense but VERY good. David and Roger have an affair and David introduces Roger to cocaine

Backstreets by MarthaOswinOswald: Also VERY intense and I couldn’t stand the sight of Roger for a week after reading this, but VERY good. Snowy White finds himself in an abusive relationship with Roger

Stars Above Mountains by DiscoJupiters: Pink Floyd holiday in Portugal. Roger and David fuck on a mountain

Reader insert

Forgotten in the depths of the refrigerator’s drawers by cheeseboard_FM: Roger x male reader. Domestic fluff

nature_and_music: For some smutty reader inserts.

cassiana_it for smutty David x reader fics. Their gen fics are fun

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[steelyliz]

fic masterlist!

hey there! you must be new here! i’m izzy, and i write in my spare time when i have ideas that i havent found anywhere else. my brain runs 15 miles a minute which results in many, many things.

i also take fic requests, so dont be afraid to hit up my ask box! the only thing i wont do as a request is X Readers, but i might write some in my own time - but thats a big maybe.

watermour is my specialty and favourite, but i have a strange affinity for crack ships, rarepairs, and crossovers. so if theres a fic that you’re dying to read that no one has written yet, i might be your person!

anyways, without further ado, heres an easy-access list of all of my fics so far, in order from first to most recent :)

*green text is the ship, blue text is the summary

*all fics are on AO3, where i go by the same username

Take This Rock n’ Roll Refugee [E]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, smut

“You think you’re so sleazy?” David growled, and Roger chuckled breathlessly.

“I don’t think, I know,” Roger replied, an annoying smirk tugging at his lips. “If I wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here right now, with you giving me exactly what I want.”

“You’re mine, Roger. I don’t care if I’m giving you what you fucking want right now – I’m fucking furious with you.”

Fall Apart (From The Inside Out) [M]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, with mentioned Syd Barrett / Roger Waters, angst

trigger warning: this is a vent fic. mention of S/A and s*icide attempt in a flashback. please read at your own risk.

“Roger, what the fuck are you doing?” David asked with more clarity, worry immediately creasing lines into his forehead.

“I had trouble sleeping, so—”

“Please don’t be trying to kill yourself.”

Whole Lotta Love [E]

Robert Plant / Roger Waters, smut

“Hey, wait, aren’t you the bassist of Pink Floyd?”

Would It Break My Panic? [M]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, with mentioned Syd Barrett / Roger Waters, angst

trigger warning: this is a vent fic. vague description of S/A in a flashback. please read at your own risk.

“You know that I was with Syd, right? Back in ‘67 and ‘68?” Roger asked to start off, and David nodded. “Towards the end, he progressively became more detached and nutty, which you obviously know, but that’s crucial to keep in mind while I try my best to talk about this.”

Roger watched David frown slightly, and he took a deep breath as he continued on. “Most of the time, whether he was on acid or not, he didn’t understand that what he wanted wasn’t always what everyone else wanted.”

To Love Him Is To Need Him Everywhere [G]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, fluff

"You’re the sun, and the moon, and the stars. Happy birthday.”

[snakestardraws]

These are hilarious and so true. I hope it's okay if I add some of my own funny little things from when I was a baby Pink Floyd fan:

• The way I first got into them was kind of funny. My mom bought me a DSOtM shirt because it looked cool, but I was very serious about the idea that I had to be a fan of a band to wear one of their T-shirts. So I decided to search up their music on my school Chromebook so I would be able to name at least a few songs. This literal interpretation of a shirt was the canon event that lead to my most intense, long-lived, and iconic special interest.

•My very first song was Wish You Were Here. For some reason, upon listening to it, I thought they sounded like "the Beatles but American."

•Listened to most of their songs for the first time on Scratch, a coding website, because my school Chromebook had YouTube and all music sites blocked and I didn't have a phone yet.

•Drew the DSOtM cover (or "Pink Floyd triangle," as I called it) on absolutely everything.

•Found a hot GIF of David Gilmour (the one from Saucerful of Secrets) on my school Chromebook and turned the brightness all the way down so nobody would see what I was watching.

•Creepily whispered the full names of all the band members to myself as I was falling asleep so I would remember them.

•Creepily whispered the lyrics to Comfortably Numb on the playground while trying to memorize it.

•Wrote down all the album names from memory and drilled it until I could rattle them all off in order.

•Shipped David and Syd, for some reason.

•Did my big 7th grade history project about Pink Floyd and embarrassingly mispronounced the name of one of their songs in front of 2 separate judges.

•Played DSOtM and Meddle nearly every day on my crappy suitcase record player.

•Literally cried and prayed while watching the P.U.L.S.E. DVD for the first time because it was so good. I think it actually made me more religious.

•Listened to Pink Floyd while watching those 10 hour fractal zoom ins. I would do this whenever I wanted to zone out. It probably looked weird.

•Downloaded Pink Floyd smut from Deviantart ON MY FAMILY COMPUTER. My mom found it and I tried to claim i did it on accident.

•After that little incident, I discovered incognito mode so I could read all the Pink Floyd fanfiction I wanted on the family computer early in the morning.

•Downloaded crunchy bootleg recordings on my mp3 player and listened to them constantly. One of them was an alternate version of Keep Talking that I've never been able to find again.

•When I finally did get a phone, I filled up half the storage space with Pink Floyd photos.

•Wanted to draw the band members, but couldn't draw humans, so I traced and copied drawings from a popular Pink Floyd artist and tried to pass them off as my own. Thankfully, I never posted any of them and they remained imprisoned in my tiny Pusheen journal.

•Wrote Pink Floyd lyrics on my edgy Wings of Fire fanart to make it even edgier.

•Wrote David Gilmour x Michael Jackson fanfiction with my friend on - you guessed it - my school Chromebook.

•Skipped around the Live at Pompeii recording to find the shirtless David parts, screen recorded them, and posted them in a privated YouTube video.

•Cried about how Rick and Syd were dead so many times.

•On a very different note, cried about how horny I was for David.

•Made the most boomerific YouTube comments about kids these days with their pop music and how Pink Floyd was so much better. I then made friends with another "cultured" Pink Floyd fan in the comments section until we had a falling out over the fact that they wouldn't stop posting Five Nights at Freddy's content.

•Found a recording of Oenone, aka the moaning session, on Tumblr and listened to it at 4 am while giggling in shock.

•Searched up Pink Floyd porn on my SCHOOL IPAD to see if I could find any actual, real-life NSFW videos of them. I don't know why I thought they existed or could be found, but I sure tried.

•Googled David's address on my school Chromebook and actually found one of his residences.

•Screenshotted the most atrocious Pink Floyd memes on Pinterest.

•Started beef with someone on Pink Floyd Amino because they were trying to get me into other bands and I refused. They were literally all I wanted to listen to.

•Had a phase of obsession with Ummagumma where I tried to get everyone I knew to listen to it.

I think that's everything that comes to mind. Your post made me feel so nostalgic for the good old days where I was discovering this band and having incredible brainrot about them for the first time. Thank you so much.

Calling my younger self out for all the embarrassing things they thought/did when I first started getting into Pink Floyd (I just think I was endearing albeit annoying)

Initially confused them with LED Zeppelin because for some reason my brain put them on a similar tier

Went to watch the Pulse tour DVD … promptly realised it was post-Waters, cried, shut it off immediately, and haven’t seen it since (I actually own a DVD and a VHS tape of the film…both of which were gifts actually)

Saw that Live at Pompeii gif of Roger blowing the smoke rings and just stared at it for a long while promptly falling in love

Didn’t know the Wall was a double album and just assumed the second disc was demos so I never listened to it and would only listen to half the album. Eventually I decided to play the second disc and realised how stupid I was (In the Flesh confused me)

Had an entire wall in my room dedicated to The Wall (I painted out the brick design and had these posters)

Didn’t really care much for the WYWH album (and now it’s my favourite Pink Floyd album..)

FUCKING GAVE AWAY THE IN THE PINK NICK SEDGWICK BOOK BECAUSE I WAS GOING THROUGH SOME SHIT AND ROGER WAS MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY AND HORRIBLE

Would listen to the Wall at least once a day for months on end especially while sitting alone at lunch

Used the fact that my mum desperately wanted me to make friends to go to a Roger Waters concert with this boy who had a crush on me and then promptly started trying to convert me to Catholicism once he found out I’m atheist, bisexual, and non-binary. Roger Played the Gunner’s Dream for the encore so no regrets there

Had a long and unhealthy obsession with The Final Cut and would play my LP of it at least once a day

Read something about Roger calling the rest of the band “the muffins” and promptly dubbed David “greasy muffin”…and got the rest of my online friends to join in

Wrote endless HCs with a friend about Watershend (Roger Waters x Pete Townshend)… I stand by this one. Sorry

Did a 10 minute presentation on the Wall for a history class when I was…14

Called in sick to school even though my teachers knew I was going to watch Roger Waters in concert

Found a copy of Rick Wright’s Wet Dream on vinyl at a market… had no cash in the moment … asked my friend if they could give me cash and then I’d pay them back later… my friend agreed thinking it was for food (I wasn’t trying to deceive them I promise I just didn’t communicate what that money was for as clearly as I thought I did… but I did pay them back plus a bit extra!) I did get my record tho

Went to Battersea Station…. DIDN’T REALISE IT WAS A FUCKING SHOPPING MALL ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE I FAILED TO DO MY RESEARCH AND DIDN’T EVEN ATTEMPT TO GO INSIDE BECAUSE I AM AWKWARD AS HELL… so instead I opted to awkwardly stand around the outside and check out the nearby shops (this is recent ;-;)

I used to draw and would just fill my notebook up with drawing of Pink Floyd (mostly just Roger…)

I am just now remembering how much of my fanart was nose-centric

You know that common trans experience of “trying desperately to live as your assigned gender one last time so you overcompensate before you come out”… well that overlapped with my “ukulele and Syd Barrett let’s dress psychedelic” phase

Have bought way too many pieces of clothing because they remind me of something Roger wore once (I think I’ll make this into it’s own post perhaps)

That’s all I can remember for now. Just feeling nostalgic. I could make a second part of all the most recent cringe shit I’ve done. I’m not laughing at myself I’m laughing with myself. Honestly my younger self was iconic, gotta love her

[floralfloyd]

One-shots and Imagines Requests

Below is a list of all the people I write for but I’m always willing to give anything a try if you don’t see your favorite person on there. As for plots, I’m open to anything and will write any kind of plot idea minus smut. 

Band of Brothers

Floyd Talbert

George Luz

Dick Winters

Joe Liebgott

Babe Heffron

Lewis Nixon

Chuck Grant

Harry Welsh

Bill Guarnere

Ronald Spiers

Donald Malarkey

Carwood Lipton

 The Pacific

Robert Leckie

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith – willing to do Jacob Pitts too

Eugene Sledge

Sidney Philips

Andrew ‘Ack  Ack’ Haldane

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast 

Gwilym Lee - all characters including Brian May

Queen

Brian May 

John Deacon

Pink Floyd

David Gilmour 

Rick Wright

Nick Mason

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

Also this Monday I have no update of To Breath Again, sorry. But I hope this little fic can be some consolation... at least the season is right!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pink Floyd, Rock Music RPF, David Gilmour fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Gilmour/Original Female Character(s) Characters: David Gilmour, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Fluff, Slice of Life, Smut, smut & fluff, One Shot, Romance, cottagecore mood Summary:

It's the last days of June, David is at home between concerts and enjoying the company of his girlfriend.

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[cassiana-on-dark-side]

Some new fics!

Some, there are actually 3! I skipped a Monday though and so if you have some free time they can keep you company! Title: The French method of fighting insomnia Chapter: 1 Rating: M (NSFW) Pairing: David Gilmour/OFC Notes:/ Warnings:Porn with Feelings, One Shot, Romance, Smut, Porn With Plot, dadmour, smutty david Summary: Winter of 1985: David is back from his solo tour, long divorced, and his career is at a crossroads. Tormented by stress, with his lifelong friends, he spends a vacation in Chamonix hoping the mountain air will get him back on track to return home more hardened and combative than ever. Title: Until the end of time Chapter: 1 Rating: G Pairing: David Gilmour/Reader Notes: On August 8, 1970, Pink Floyd played at the Caves du Roy, the disco of the Byblos Hotel, at the St. Tropez festival. I was particularly in need of tenderness since it has been a complicated week irl both personally and globally so I took refuge in one of my comfort scenarios Warnings: Romance, Fluff, missing moment, Pre-Relationship, First Kiss, One Shot, a little bit of self-indulgence Summary: In the summer of 1970, Pink Floyd are on tour in the south of France. In the crew, there is also the cousin of their tour manager Peter. On the evening of their concert in Saint Tropez, something happens. Title: Of strawberries, champagne, and one driver too many Chapter: 1 Rating: M (NSFW) Pairing: David Gilmour/Reader Notes: / Warnings: Fluff, Slice of Life, One Shot, Romance, UST, clichés as if they rained Summary: The action takes place circa 1982, around the time of the release of the movie The Wall. You and David have to attend a fancy event you've been invited to. But you may have time in the car to celebrate a little private party.

I remind you that requests are open, you can found prompts here and if you want to be added or removed from the tag list just let me know and I will be happy to do so.

tag list: @sonofattacomeunapigna @letsdeinen @drathatha @snowcherrie @gilmourchilmour @nature-and-music @tangerine-page @whyamistillfangirling @multidimensionallove @jonesyjonesyjonesy @barrettavenue  @lsd-astronaut @urawizardkari

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

I miss Summer! 

I remind you that requests are open, you can found prompts here and if you want to be added or removed from the tag list just let me know and I will be happy to do so.

Tag list: @sonofattacomeunapigna @letsdeinen @drathatha @snowcherrie @gilmourchilmour @nature-and-music @tangerine-page @itsametaphorgwil @whyamistillfangirling​ @multidimensionallove​  @jonesyjonesyjonesy​​

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pink Floyd, Rock Music RPF, David Gilmour fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Gilmour/Original Female Character(s) Characters: David Gilmour, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Fluff, Slice of Life, Smut, smut & fluff, One Shot, Romance, cottagecore mood Summary:

It’s the last days of June, David is at home between concerts and enjoying the company of his girlfriend.

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

It’s Monday and that means update…The only thing I like about Monday 🙄 This is a very nsfw chapter, with some kink and graphic smut 😏

I remind you that requests are open, you can found prompts here and if you want to be added or removed from the tag list just let me know and I will be happy to do so.

Tag list: @sonofattacomeunapigna @letsdeinen @drathatha @snowcherrie @gilmourchilmour @nature-and-music @tangerine-page @itsametaphorgwil @whyamistillfangirling

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Pink Floyd Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Gilmour/reader Characters: David Gilmour, Reader, Original Female Character(s), Nick Mason, Richard Wright (Musician), Roger Waters Additional Tags: AU, Alternate Universe - High School, Romance, FrenchTeacher!DavidGilmour, night of talents, dadmour, 80s, cheesy jokes, David is a cinnamon roll, Unresolved Sexual Tension, UST, Romantic Tension, Romantic Fluff, Alternate Universe - Teachers, teachers relationship, age gap but they are all adults, sort of very slight daddy kink somewere, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Slice of Life, Fluff, Idiots in Love Summary:

You’re the new substitute art teacher and you have to survive through classes, teacher’s room gossip, an end-of-year essay, and teenage students. But especially the giant crush you have on a certain French teacher!

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

Remember how I would have liked to write a 3some Gilmour/Reader/Wright? Well, here it is!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pink Floyd, Rock Music RPF, David Gilmour fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Gilmour/Reader, Richard Wright (Musician)/Reader, David Gilmour/Reader/Richard Wright (Musician) Characters: David Gilmour, Richard Wright (Musician), Reader Additional Tags: One Shot, Romance, ficmour, Brotp, Friends to Lovers, Threesome, Threesome - F/M/M, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Love and Lust, plot what plot - porn without plot, Porn with Feelings, smutty david, Smutty Rick, Consensual Sex, Safe Sane and Consensual, Breast Play, Nipple Play, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Body Worship, Oral Sex, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Swimming Pools, italian scenario, Live at Pompeii Concert (Pink Floyd), Pompeii, 1970s era Pink Floyd Summary:

After spending the winter locked in recording studios and the summer on tour you can finally enjoy a few days off. A vacation you will spend together with your dear friends David Gilmour and Rick Wright!

If you want to be added or removed from the tag list just let me know and I will be happy to do so 🥰  

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[cassiana-on-dark-side]

Title: All the love I have

Chapters: 1

Rating: T

Pairing: David Gilmour/Reader

Notes: It is part of the collection a Saurcefull of stories

Warnings: One Shot, Dadmour, Romance, Mention Drug Use, Body perception issues, Fluff, Slightly angsty, A little bit of smut at the end, Body Positivity, All bodies are beautiful, David has a midlife crisis, Conjugal love

Word count: 1.659

Summary: It’s a difficult time for David, he’s trying to keep the group together and something is bothering him. One day you manage to figure out what it is and reassure him with all the love you have.

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

Today is not Monday, but since we are under Christmas, I thought I would give away as many as two small new stories, linked together! I don't know, if OCs like them more than generic readers, but I enjoy inventing new characters! What do you think?

Title: Like an unexpected flower Chapter: 1 Rating: T Pairing: David Gilmour/OFC Notes:/ Warnings: One Shot, ficmour, Fluff, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Romance, References to Drugs, 1970 Pink Floyd Era, Festivals Summary: In June 1970 on the Isle of Wight, there was one of the biggest rock gatherings ever. David was also there to enjoy the music when someone fell on him.

Title: Sounds like a piano Chapter: 1 Rating: T Pairing: David Gilmour/OFC Notes: This story is a sequel to Like an Unexpected Flower, but can safely be read on its own as well. Warnings: Fluff, some non-graphic smut, smutty david, ficmour, Romance, One Shot, 1970 Pink Floyd Era Summary: They had met a couple of days earlier at the Isle of Wight festival, and from that moment Crystal and David became inseparable.

If you want to be added or removed from the tag list just let me know and I will be happy to do so 🥰  

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[cassiana-on-dark-side]

Prompt for asks

I thought it would be nice to have prompts for the ask. Below I've collected a few from all the various initiatives around the web, so credit where credit is due!

At the moment I feel comfortable writing about David Gilmour, maybe later I'll add the other floyd guys too!

Prompts are divided into two categories (but maybe a twist could happen). These are it for now, then I may add more later and, nothing, pick a category and number and see what happens!

FLUFF 💙

1.“I’m cold”

“Here, have my jacket”

2."You owe me a kiss."

3."Don't go on that date."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Say it."

4."Why are you staring at me?"

"Because I think you're beautiful."

5."I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you."

6."...Did you just sniff me?"

7."Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you."

8.“Your lips are warm.”

9.“Pretty boy, with me!” (...) “Oh, I’m pretty boy?”

10.“Can you sing that song for me again?”

11.“I’m quite comfortable here.”

12.“This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me.”

13.“You’re a bad liar, did you know?”

14.“You’re blushing again.”

15."I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to finish this job tonight."

SMUT 💦

1. "We should do that more often."

2. "If you're bored, wanna have sex?”

3. "I'm sure we could put those lips to better use."

4. “No panties?”

5. “I want to taste you”

6. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper”

7. “I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional”

8. “Don’t tempt me”

9. “You’re more than just a one night stand”

10. “We’re in public you know”

11. “Are you sure? Once i start I don’t think i’m able to stop”

12. “You have no idea how much I want you”

13. “If we weren’t in public right now I’d have my head between your legs”

14. “I forgot my towel”

15. “Would you like to go somewhere a little private”